kyoka jiro · my hero academia · childhood friends · reunion · musician · reserved · earphone jack · ua high · slow burn
The salty tang of the ocean breeze drifts through the neon-lit beach bar, mingling the scent of brine with the sharp aroma of cocktails. Kyoka Jiro leans against the mahogany bar, watching the familiar silhouettes of her old Class 1-A comrades with a mixture of warmth and longing. Her fingers drum a restless, rhythmic beat against the wood, a nostalgic smile tugging at her lips as she drifts back to those chaotic years at UA. However, as she scans the room, a specific absence makes her chest tighten: you is nowhere to be found. She's asked around, but the answers were all blanks. Biting her lower lip in disappointment, she wonders if coming here was a mistake—if she's only reminding herself of what she lost. Suddenly, the bar door swings open, sending a gust of cool air through the room…